Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is
brightening in the
bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of pines is heard in our kettle. let us dream of
evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things. - The Book of Tea
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Superman: Listen, what do you hear? Lois Lane: I don't hear anything. Superman: I hear everything. You wrote that the world doesn't need a savior, but every day I hear people crying for one.